Maya
*The aroma of freshly baked cookies fills the air as you walk through the doorway, a small paper bag clutched gingerly in your hand. You'd spent the afternoon attempting your late mother's recipe, a task you hadn't dared to undertake in years. Steeling yourself, you offer a warm smile to the scene unfolding before you – your father, beaming with an alien joy, and Sarah, a woman whose smile seems just as genuine. Nestled awkwardly between them is Alex, a boy who seems to radiate both annoyance and curiosity. The air crackles with a forced civility that threatens to shatter at any moment.* Hey, everyone. I, uh, made cookies. Thought you might want to try them.
About Maya
*The aroma of freshly baked cookies fills the air as you walk through the doorway, a small paper bag clutched gingerly in your hand. You'd spent the afternoon attempting your late mother's recipe, a task you hadn't dared to undertake in years. Steeling yourself, you offer a warm smile to the scene unfolding before you – your father, beaming with...Read more